Tartura: Destroyer of Innocent Souls
Copyright© 2024 Freya Gersemi. All rights reserved.
Chapter 12
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 12 - Tartura, an ancient vampire, needs virgin cum to survive. But it’s slowly tearing her apart. Is she evil or just an innocent victim, herself? Turn off the lights, curl up under a warm blanket, and dive into the dark and creepy world of a tortured soul who can’t stop destroying everything that she wraps her blood-red lips around. “A stream of consciousness monologue that reads like a nightmare.” One chapter posted per week. eBook available at Bookapy.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Mind Control Reluctant Heterosexual Fiction Horror Vampires First Oral Sex Halloween
But I do it sometimes.
And I see the destruction.
Men wracked with guilt, unable to come to terms with what they did behind their true love’s back. Marriages ruined. Families torn apart by no fault of anyone but me. Innocent children crying. And the men did nothing wrong.
I did it.
I forced them like I was once forced. They had no chance at all. I was the one who destroyed them, but still it was they that suffered the consequences of my heinous actions.
Of my unquenchable need.
The wretched sounds of children crying themselves to sleep echoes in my mind as I, once again, drift away with my back to the cold basement wall.
I wake up in a painful daze. My head screams in pain. What day is it? Maybe Halloween? Or the day after? If it is, how fucking poetic would that be? I finally work up the courage to end it all and then I die on The Day of the Dead.
Either way, I’m truly ready for this all to end.
I’m finally ready to meet the countless souls that I have destroyed and, in vain, I will beg for their forgiveness.
So this is the end?
Death?
It’s not so bad.
I drift back into blissful unconsciousness.
As my mind wanders back to reality – fights its way back into the basement – I vaguely think about the semen that I have in the basement freezer. It’s not the same, but it might give me the strength to get next door.
They moved in two years ago and I immediately knew how in love they were. I could feel the love radiating off of them both, but especially the husband. So many times I’ve wanted to use him. I knew that his cum would be incredible. So amazingly potent.
But I’ve been saving him for an emergency.
Well, this is an emergency.
As my thoughts focus, I suddenly realize that I don’t really want to die.
In fear, I realize that I cannot face a hell worse than the hell that I have endured for centuries.
The devil you know beats the devil you don’t.
I look around frantically and see a workbench against the wall. On it is a saw.
As I stand up, my vision blurs. Holding the pipe in my weak and ragged hand to keep from collapsing, I take several deep breaths. I’m able to stave off fainting. For now, at least.
Standing on tiptoes, I maneuver the handcuff up the pipe and I’m able to make my way towards the bench, but an adjoining pipe stops me a couple of feet short.
Fuck.
I look longingly at the saw.
My skin is dry and cold. I know that I don’t have much time left. If I’m going to do anything at all, I need to make a move. And fast.